At the debate, the moderator grew exasperated with the drivelers who kept interrupting with baseless claims.

The race car driver signed autographs for fans after the championship.

The old tavern had already become a refuge for drivellers who treated rumors as if they were gospel.

The critic dismissed the novel as drivelous, arguing that its plot and dialogue were nothing but empty clichés.

During the harvest, the slave-driver shouted commands until the sun went down.

Her reputation remained pure as the driven snow despite the rumors.

The driver skillfully navigated the narrow mountain road during the storm.